Friday, December 14, 2012

A Harsh Beauty


After enjoying a few minutes of the meteor shower last night...they were popping right out of Orion......we came in for dinner. I went out again a while before dawn, but it was too hazy to see any more of them. Pretty morning though.

Everything was frost-coated, silver-pearl, every cow was puffing dragon breath, every stove for miles around sent shining pillars of steam straight skyward; not a breath of breeze was stirring.

It was lovely in a cold, bright, hard way, although softened a bit around the edges by frozen fog.

Then Liz came home with the news that she thought Mama Kitty, Caledonia, of the logger kitties, was killed on the road. And she didn't show up for breakfast.

Dang it! I know barn kitties live risky lives, but we feed them all good cat food twice a day and all the milk they want. We live way up on a high hill, far from the road. What on earth sent her so far from safety? Sure was a mood killer.

6 comments:

Dani said...

So sorry Marianne.

Cathy said...

I am so sorry. Your stories of caring for the barn cats are always tender and sweet.

Amazing how hard life can be . . and yet, still manages to offer beautiful moments.

I'd hoped you were watching that shower. I'd gone to bed and saw one bright streak as I lay there in the dark.

Rev. Paul said...

So sorry to hear about Mama Kitty. :(

Terry and Linda said...

Oh, Darn it!!! I am so sorry. So very sorry!

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lisa said...

I saw the falling stars this morning when I took out the dogs. It is the first time that I have ever seen them! Sorry to hear about the kitty.

threecollie said...

Dani, thanks

Cathy, didn't see much of it, but what I did see was amazingly cool

Rev. Paul thanks, at this point our concern over her seems very small, but we do miss her silly self.

Linda thank you. I know better than to give my heart to a barn cat but I do, over and over and over again

Lisa, weren't they something!